"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
I’m at a short 3 hour training for this web based tool, and I want to take I over for the older female engineer getting lost every three seconds.
IF WE FINISH EARLY THEN WE CAN LEAVE EARLY, WOMAN!!
Today, I as I walked into the grocery store, some solicitor was outside trying to get signatures or money. I don’t even know what his cause was, because the first thing he said to me as I got closer was, “You dropped your smile.”
There are very few things in the world that make my blood boil like…
I took a longer lunch today to bring the cat children back from the kennel. They pouted and glared at me for a while, but returned to their needy cuddly selves soon after.
Tennis - 100 Lovers
Have I been mainlining the Tennis EP? Yes mam I have.
I discovered last night that the new family kitten likes to burrow underneath your covers at night to keep warm. It’s adorable.
The poor girl at the front desk must have tried telling me to leave so many times in the kindest way.
“Okay, we’re all set.”
“I’ll just bring them to the back once you leave.”
I didn’t get it for the longest time. I was too busy being heart broken at the look of betrayal on their tiny, furry faces.
Before I’m able to enjoy all that this Thanksgiving holiday will offer food-wise, I must take on the mission of cleaning out my fridge.
Yaaaay wilted lettuce.
Yeah, who wants to knit me one of these?
Tennis - Mean Streets
What I never realized I wanted Tennis to be.
Behold my minions, the Hiddleston Eye Fuck. Leave your panties at the door.
the phantom unfollows that tumblr puts on all of us. I don’t know how many I’ve lost…BUT I WILL FIND YOU AND RETURN TO YOU.